Come Speak To Me

É incrível o poder que uma, aparentemente, simples musica pode exercer sobre nós... a capacidade que tem de alterar o nosso estado de espirito... de nos dar energia positiva... de ajudar a ultrapassar desilusões amorosas... de nos fazer rir... chorar... pular... dançar... gritar... arrepiar... cantar... falar... confessar... viver...

Há dias "reencontrei" uma musica que não ouvia há algum tempo: "Come Speak To Me", da italiana Elisa. Que bom que foi ouvi-la over and over again, até poder entrar no espirito da letra que, diga-se, tinha tudo a ver com o momento que estrava a atravessar... e que bem disposto que a miuda me deixou...

Os problemas e decepcções vão e a musica fica...

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"Because of different reasons everybody will leave you... but music will always be there for you untill the end of your life... "

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come speak to me easy like hands on skin

come speak to me easy like sky on earth

we are going to do something if you come and tell me

just how you feel

'cause we are gonna work it out

even if your world's falling apart

are you gonna do something?

are you gonna trust me?

are you gonna take care of what i've been given?

are you?

birds are crying for the two of us can't sleep

'cause the moon reminds me of

your face and now

i can see sunsets on my homeland

through yor words still

alive

come speak to me easy like hands on skin

do you know why i left?

it's 'cause i was digging into my past

are you gonna do something?

are you listening to me?

are you gonna take care of what i've been givin'?

are you, are you?

the sun keeps telling me stories

(are you listening to me? are you?)

the moon keeps telling me stories

(are you gonna take care of what i've been givin'?)